Voices


I’m so sorry mom and dad, it had to end this way
The pain was more then I could stand, the voices every day
Dad, I give you one last hug, to mom I throw a kiss
To not say that I love you, I would be remiss

It started with a single voice, calling me a nerd
Every day I saw him, his insults would be heard
At first I just ignored him, I’d turn and walk away
But too soon others joined him, much to my dismay

Dad you told me that I should stand up for my rights
But the voices are too many, I couldn’t win those fights
So I drew into myself, avoiding so called friends
To die a little more inside, retreat til each day ends

The principle was told about what I was going through
He politely listened, said not much he could do
However, he’d look into it, monitor my peers
Sadly, nothing ever changed, it just fell on deaf ears

The voices soon got louder, never leaving me alone
I listened to them in the halls, I heard them on my phone
There was no place for me to go except of course my room
But I can’t spend my life in here, it has become my tomb

So today I have decided that I’m unable to remain
In a place I am not wanted, in a shell that’s filled with pain
Mom and dad, don’t weep for me, my nightmares going to end
I’m going to go to sleep now, with these pills, my only friend

Dedicated to Jamie Rodemeyer who, at age 14, took his life to escape the bullying

 Reposted from oldmainer.wordpress.com

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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5 Responses to Voices

  1. Another kid bullied to death. Most schools do NOTHING to help kids who are going through this torment. The phones make matters so much worse. AND NOTHING HAPPENS TO THE BULLIES, we just end up with dead kids. The BULLIES continue to go on their merry way tormenting new kids and then co-workers, spouses, their children. I think it’s time to end it. I think if someone bullies a kid they should be kicked out of school for two years. No second chances. Either that or there should be a school set aside for bullies where they can all be together and bully each other. Looking the other way, “not much I can do,” attitude lead to misery and death. How do the bullies get this much power? How can we ALLOW this to happen? What can we do to STOP it? We need to stop talking and start taking action. It’s like everything else now days…talk, talk, talk and no results…just dead kids.

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